Page 9 of Axle's Angel
The ride was usually an hour, but I did it in less than forty-five minutes, not caring if I got a ticket. If it was her, then I’d pay whatever fine there was to pay.
Roaring to a stop, I rip my helmet off and search the café. Lala comes to the door, and points to the right. My heart stills in my chest for a minute when I see her.
Twenty-eight years later, and I’d know her anywhere.
Hurriedly I get off my ride and stand on the sidewalk, shouting her name as she opens the passenger door on her ride.
“Angel!”
Her shoulders tense, and her head lowers. I start walking towards her, calling her name again. She turns slowly towards me. There she is; the love of my life. The one I’ve never been able to forget.
Her lips move, but she’s too far away for me to hear what she says. Then she’s moving. She starts off at a fast walk that turns into a run.
Dropping my helmet, I open my arms and brace. She hits me hard enough to knock me back a step.
“Garret,” she sobs. Curling my hands around her thighs, I lift as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her lips cover my face in wild kisses as she continues to cry my name until our lips meet.
The years fall away as we kiss. I’m vaguely aware of my brothers stopping their bikes and the women with her walking towards us. That’s all in the background; my entire attention is on the curvy woman in my arms.
She rips her lips away, and her tearful gaze meets mine. “You’re here. I’ve missed you so much Garret. So much.”
Angel sobs, burying her head against my neck. She cries as if her heart's breaking all over again. Tears prick my eyes, and I look over her shoulder at the three women who’d been with her. I’m surprised to see the twins from yesterday, and the woman with them is obviously their mother. They’re carbon copies of each other. The three stand with their arms wrapped around each other’s waists, tears running down their cheeks as they watch the woman in my arms fall apart.
The older woman lifts her wet eyes to mine. “She’s been waiting a long time for you to find her.”
I nod, closing my eyes, hugging Angel to me. “I never stopped looking.”
The three of them smile, and their eyes flick over my shoulder as my president stands at my one shoulder and my best friend at my other.
I expect to see trepidation or at least fear in their eyes, but there’s none of that. Instead, they introduce themselves. The older woman steps forward and holds out her hand to Maverick.
“My name’s Siera Harris, these are my daughters Tru and Janis. The woman clinging to your brother is my sister Fiona ‘Angel’ Monde. We’ve bought the nursery over in Stonepoint.”
“We know who you are,” Maverick replies, shaking her hand. She nods as if she expected it before she turns back to me. “Angel’s not going to want to let you go long enough to ride yourbike. I can take you wherever you want to go, but it will have to be with her like that.”
Tru steps up beside her mother. “I know it’s not something you’d usually do but if you’re okay with it, I can ride your bike back to Stonepoint. She’s a little bigger than what I’m used to, but it should be okay. I’ll understand if you’re not comfortable with that though.”
I’m not sure who’s more surprised; me or my brothers at the offer, but I don’t think twice. I hand her my keys.
Maverick side-eyes me in surprise. “You don’t recognize her, but I do. She’s a motocross champion. She retired two years ago after a nasty fall.”
Her sister, Janis, steps forward. “I’ll come with you. Gives Aunt Angel and Garret more room.”
“Axle,” I say.
“Apologies, Axle.”
“I’ve only got my helmet though,” I warn.
Tru bends and picks it up, handing it to her sister. “It’s fine. I’m a safe rider.”
“Here,” Roman hands his helmet to Tru. “Wear mine. Better safe, and you’ll ride in the middle of the brothers.”
I swing my gaze to Roman, my surprised expression mirrored by Maverick. It’s not like him to put anyone before himself. Roman’s a good man, a good brother, but he’s also a little selfish. I understand though, when I see where he’s looking.
I’m not getting involved in that, but we’ll be having words. He better not fuck this up for me by fucking over my woman’s sister.
With our rides sorted. I don’t hang around. Years have been wasted already, I’m not going to waste a second more.
